Chapter 69

  His eyes were hooded, and his lips curled slightly. “It has appeal,” he confessed, unembarrassed.

  Vice laughed, delightedly wicked.

  “What about you?” She asked the dark-haired man.

  “Oh, I like being on the other side of the whip,” he said, his tone treacle laden. “I have a whole range of toy...

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